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written by: Ingela(saja)



No more, no more, oh please, no more. I had more than I can take.

Time after time you see me break.

There's no way healing my tortured soul.

My heart's still beating, but it has a hole.

Needing to turn away, wanting to hide.

But there's nowhere to go, and I wish that I'd died.

No more, no more, oh please no more. I know without doubt my life is at stake.

My strength, my knowledge, the decisions I make.

Surviving this mess must be my goal,

that's how far I can think, that is my only role.



Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain

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